Because I could not tell this demon,
it did kindly tell me it wasn’t all a fantasy
Paraphanelia of the supernatural, everywhere,
Yet not a drop of tormented screams to tell nor see
You can tell its mental manipulation, ungodly beauty, but I choose to be deceived.
Disarmed by a seducing look
Naked as the first female form -I almost believed I was in the garden of Eve
the antichrist led me to become this incurable junkie.
Never forget the unalterable attempts to resist its allure
All attempts were futile I remained a hopeless druggie.
A succubus, however hard it tries,
Will always be a compelled rogue demanding to be in need.
Does this dream walker make you lust after?
Or does loving it make you bleed?
When I think of this Lileth, I see an entity in need of consuming Chi .
Grunt, gheep, grope
Eventually, this demon will depart with my seed.
*I needed a writing prompt and I decided to use a poem generator
this was the original computer-generated poem and I was inspired to change it to make a piece of work my own.
Because I could not tell for Addict,
it did kindly tell for me.
Addict, Addict, everywhere,
Yet not a drop to tell.
You can tell, you can get, but can you believe?
I cannot help but stop and look at the incurable junkie.
Never forget the unalterable and hopeless junkie.
A fiend, however hard it tries,
Will always be rogue.
Does the fiend make you shiver?
When I think of alcoholics, I see a depressed personality.
Crash. crash, crash.
Posted on Dec 2, 2021, in POETRY, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Beliefs, Creativity, Emotions, female empowerment, Human rights, inspirational, mythology, Nature, poems. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.